Love Began with the First Meeting novel Chapter 825

The shower was running, and the sound was carrying itself from the bathroom to the bedroom. Molly, in her bathrobe, was lying on the bed on her side, gazing at the object on the bedside table, smiling with happiness and pleasure.

On the bedside table stood a carving of two clasped hands that she and Brian had made a while before with their own hands.

She tilted her head, looking at the carving with intent eyes, her mind filling with infatuation, love, and all sorts of fantasies. Brian had told her after they made the carving that the powder in the glass container was often used to make a sculpture or carving. Because the powder was mostly used in the military, it contained a special kind of material that helped it shape quickly.

Molly sat up on the bed, her legs crossed. She leaned over to pick up the carving up and then touched it gently with her other hand, her fingers tracing along it. Although she knew that it was solid and could not break, she still acted like it was fragile glass, afraid to put too much strength in her hold.

The running water stopped, and a couple minutes later, the bathroom door opened, and Brian emerged. He stood in the doorway, glancing over at Molly, who was absorbed in the carving. Then his eyes became gradually darker.

Water dripped from his hair and trickled down his handsome face, adding to his tempting allure.

He stepped on the shag carpet and slowly walked towards Molly. Just as he sat down on the bedside, her faint voice flowed into his ears, "Bri..."

"What?"

Molly looked towards him, giving him a mysterious smile and lifting up the carving, "How did you pick up the idea of making such a cute thing?"

Brian took the carving from her hand and looked at it. "I was just handling some affairs in the military base with Eric. When we passed by the military administration office, I suddenly recalled the days when Eric and I were young and usually made this kind of stuff. So I brought some of it back on a whim to make one with you."

His words brought a sensation of cold water being dunked on her head. She thought to herself, 'What? On a whim?'

Then her face darkened. She glared at Brian as she complained, "I spent a whole night thinking about the reason why you did such a romantic thing, and you're telling me now that it was just on a whim?"

Brian nodded casually and put the carving back on the bedside table. He said, "I can do many romantic things for you if you want." He paused as a wicked glint flashed in his eyes, "It only depends on what you want to do with me."

His words only annoyed her more. 'What did he mean by that?' she wondered.

"Brian! What..."

Brian suddenly leapt forward and kissed her, cutting her words off, and then pushed her into the bed.

A midnight haze blocked the moonlight. Glimmers of light shone through the screen window and on the two figures rolling in the bed, the sheet getting tangled up in between their bodies. The woman's moan of pleasure aroused the man's primal urges.

The next morning, bright sunlight illuminated through the clouds and lit up every corner on the island.